We’d just sailed in through the Florida Straights past the Yucatan, on our way to Panama;
And the ship she saw many white caps that day as the captain took shelter in the bay.
We’d looked at the sunset o’er Jamaican skies when we left calm seas way behind,
There’s a swirling in the air and a swell upon the deep, there’s going to be a real storm this night.

As they traveled in from Mexico the rains came down, it’s been pouring now for nearly three days
And the river’s looking swollen, so they headed for higher ground they talked awhile but they said they couldn’t stay;
And then the sound of wood snapping of roads and bridges cracking of children that are crying ‘cause some had lost their way O’er the sound of the dying there were many people crying, where’s the love of God gone this day?
Just north of Tegucigalpa the rains came down some said they shouldn’t travel on this day
But the river’s looking swollen, and it’s making a rumbling sound so they said they’d better be on their way.
As the words they were forming it happened without warning they were swept on through the valleys on o’er the open land
And with the sound of the dying there were many people crying, where’s the love of God gone this day?

I am their mother, where are my children I clung to their bodies, as long as I could;
The river it stole them, I need to console them I’d tell them I loved them, if only I could.
I am the father, who can’t find his daughters I’ve been digging for hours, in the mud and the rain,
This work it is heavy, so heavy my heart I don’t think I’ll see them again.
I am the broken motherland where once lived my people now very few stand
The mother of ill fortune, I hold out my hand and most of my children are gone

The storm has now passed o’er and there ain’t no sound a strange silence has descended on this land
And those that remain want to build on higher ground no nothing will ever be quite the same;
And the people they are praying for their loved ones still remaining that the food on their table someone will provide.
The sound of the dying still echoes in their ears, where’d the love of God go that year?
And with many of them crying it brings back all their fears; where’d the love of God go that year?

Performance: Lead Vocal & Harmonies – Paul Craven; Voice of the Mother – Georgia Elliot; Voice of the Father & Harmonies – James Donaldson; Bass & Harmonies - Wayne McDonald; Percussion & Harmonies - Dave Green; Acoustic Guitar – Kevin Cookson.

Songwriter’s Notes: The music for this song was just about finished when the first news reports of what was happening in Honduras started filtering through; we were all very upset by those reports - from that moment on the subject matter for the tune was chosen for me. It was written on a Sunday two weeks after the actual events. I was too uptight about the subject matter to be able to write about it straight away.